Clooney? Sure, I get it, he's hot in that sugar daddy kind of way. Brad? Alright, aging questionably, but again, I get it. Leo? Well, Leo is a big fat YES for me. Love him so much I actually don't want to meet him; I've met a LOT of celebrities, and sometimes the person doesn't live up to the persona. But I have two unlikely celebrity crushes… which speak strongly of my character and for what I want in a mate.

If only he liked women.

I have never wanted to shop at Banana more.

1. Nate Berkus

Those who know me know that I get along best in life, with the gay male. It's a blessing and a curse. They've guided me through my professional and personal lives, and I believe myself to have been one in a past life. That said, it's no surprise that when I saw Nate Berkus at the Michael Bastian SS 13' runway show, my crush was confirmed. Everyone knows he's classically handsome, good with his hands, friends with Oprah, and has impeccable taste, but have you ever seen him in perfectly distressed jeans and a tee shirt? It was like he drove in from a day on the beach in Sag Harbor, in a vintage Jaguar convertible I imagine, just to attend the show, in the tee shirt he had worn all day while he refurbished bar carts with Ina Garten. To me, Nate represents the aesthetic ideal, or wait… does he represent me? I'm the creative spirit, the one with high taste, the one with an invite to the fashion shows… there can only be one.. which brings me to…

No really, does anyone know his tailor?

I'm into it.

2. Bill Rancic

G, you're a lucky lady. Tall, handsome, invests in real-estate, great hair, perfect teeth, Rancic is like a 21st century Disney prince. This man has an excellent tailor (in fact… who IS his tailor? Googling... I need that contact) and that Rogaine is working! And he's getting paid to hock it! Bingo. This guy is confident enough to live his life on camera, hair-loss, infertility, marital struggles, cancer, and he and Guiliana do it sans Kardashian-stupidity. Bill loves his wife, and all he wants is to have more Baby Dukes in their Chicago townhouse. Who doesn't want a man who rocks a Tom Ford suit by day, and a baseball hat on the weekends?